Jessie Newburn – Page 29 – Jessie Newburn Writer

Ring. Ring!

Little BitsMarch 2, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

Does anyone even answer their phones anymore? (I hardly/rarely do unless the person is in my contacts list.) As well, I find myself, more and more, doing my self-appointed civic duty and marking calls that reek of spam, as just that: by blocking them. I figure if enough of us are doing so, the spam-catcher-tools will…

Not much of a loss

Little BitsFebruary 27, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

Last night, in a dessert-searching mood in my kitchen, I made a keto-friendly pumpkin cheesecake thing-y, with crushed walnuts in the crust and a bunch more spread on the top. I left it out, covered with a screen, to cool in the night air, then had a serving of it an hour or so later. (It…

Death by mantis

NatureFebruary 25, 20232KViews 0Likes 0Comments

Why, yes, that is a photo of a praying mantis killing and eating a humming bird. Thank you, Internet! Carnivores gonna carnivore, right? Apparently, they rather like bird brains, burrowing through the soft-tissue eye sockets and directly into the brain; often leaving the body for scavengers after devouring the fatty bird brains. In general, it's a good position…

Human is, love is

Little BitsFebruary 24, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

I like a little sci-fi. Ack, truth be told, I like a lot of sci-fi. I'll take sci-fi most any day over a rom-com or love story. But when I started watching an episode of Electric Dreams (each episode is its own contained story), called "Human Is," I was surprised and put into a state…

An ir/rational fear

NatureFebruary 22, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

I don't know when it happened. Maybe I was in elementary school. Probably. I saw some video, some film, some something or other at school in which a moray eel, its size and strength hidden in a den, darted out and surprise-attacked a diver and then held on. At least that's my memory of what I…

Revenge

MemoriesFebruary 9, 20232KViews 1Like 0Comments

Not sure how or why this memory from back in the day popped up, but this morning it did. Here goes. my first apartment When I was 27 years old I had just started my first business--cleverly named, at least to me, Do The Write Thing. Spike Lee's same-named-differently-spelled movie had been released a few years…

Duck, duck

ExperiencesFebruary 8, 20232KViews 0Likes 0Comments

When I was a kid--I don't know exactly when; maybe when I was 10 or 11 years old--my mother made duck. A whole roasted duck. It was, by far, one of the most miserable what's-for-dinner? memories in my childhood life. It may have been for my mother, as well, and if my younger siblings remember that…

Homeland

NatureFebruary 8, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

I know better than to be fooled by the FEELING of spring in the air. I live in Maryland--have most of my life--and I know even a mild winter such as how this one has felt can still produce some significant snowfall in the final six weeks of its season before the Vernal Equinox marks the…

Grateful

UncategorizedFebruary 5, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

Every single time I push the start button on my dishwasher, washing machine or dryer, I feel immense gratitude for the "common luxuries" they provide. So grateful.

But how?

SynchronicitiesFebruary 3, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

When I was eight or nine years old, one of my teachers told our class a story that has stayed with me all these decades since. Here is what my mind remembers. There were two sisters--identical twins--who'd been put up for adoption as infants. They were adopted out individually and neither knew of each other's existence.…

Searching

Little BitsJanuary 28, 20231KViews 0Likes 0Comments

I slept fitfully, woke up with inflamed and puffy eyes, felt sore all over, felt digestively uneasy and upon seeing my super-puffy face in the mirror said, aloud, "What? What did I eat yesterday to cause this?" I scanned my memory looking for something that might be the cause: avocado and egg? no; a…

Ever curious

Stories big and smallJanuary 20, 20232KViews 0Likes 0Comments

Both of my parents are life-long learners. Well, my dad is a "was" because he passed/died/went on to whatever next step his Soul and Consciousness needed, and my mom is an "is" because she is very much still alive and very much, still, a life-long learner. There have been times when I have judged them (and…